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Oh how the months speed by…
The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Anticipating the August Upper Peninsula Book Tour!
- Slow down, you’re movin’ too fast, you got to make the morning last…
- “I don’t like that man. I must get to know him better.”
- My challenges with wood splitter motors and social media
- Don’t be afraid to scale down beside waterfalls.
- Whimsy in the Upper Peninsula
- Let’s not even talk about mosquitoes.
- Murder in the north woods
- Cry, cry, cry
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OK, I can almost hear you wondering. What? She’s gone and wrote a book and didn’t tell us about it? Rest easy, dear reader. When and if I write a book you’ll surely know six months in advance! However, I … Continue reading
I spend seconds, minutes, hours, days, watching leaves on our forest trees. Electric early-summer leaves in shades of velvet green and lime green and verdant green. Leaves fluttering. Leaves lying stock-still, not phased by any ruffling wind. Leaves kissed by … Continue reading
We shall sit outside, shall we, on a wicker chair overlooking the lake on a still morning in late May. We shall don sweatshirts and baggy pants and sprawl contented as waves lap nearby. Birds twitter and sing and a … Continue reading
This morning, awake at 5:45 a.m., after stoking the wood stove, igniting the gas beneath the tea kettle, pouring a pink glass of grapefruit juice, I turned on the Kindle Fire to check email. There, sitting so innocently in the … Continue reading
I. Stoking the wood stove hour after hour comforts me. The repetition feels soothing, logs clinking upon logs, flame burning, heat rising. II. Writing sentence after sentence burns the same way inside me. Joy builds with each unexpected word. Delight … Continue reading
Lately, oh so lately, I’ve been able to sit with my own uncomfortable inner places much longer without turning away. Because of this, I can stay with a good friend on the telephone for 78 minutes and resonate with her … Continue reading
New Year’s Day, 2014. I eat toast slathered with translucent red crab apple jelly that glistens like a stained glass window through its home in a tiny mason jar. It’s a Christmas gift from a daughter who found it in … Continue reading
We really must quit meeting like this. We must quit telling stories blessed freezing winter day after winter day. But why not tell stories? The local Anishinabe huddled around campfires in wigwams all winter spinning yarns of Wenabozhoo and the … Continue reading
“Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose. Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life and wait there patiently until the song that is your life falls into your own cupped hands … Continue reading